Eighty Five

I have some work due in this week. Fortunately, what I have due in is a collection of poems and a few pages of a musical so it's pretty fun. Even so, I've been sitting around all day not knowing what to write, which feels a hell of a lot less fun. I'm getting there now but it has come at the cost of my sanity. Oh well, fortunately I'm the human embodiment of the phrase" chin up". Onwards and upwards.





I've done lots of fun things today.
Wrote some poems and part of a play.
So it's just really strange
That I'm getting deranged...
All this and it's not a Monday.



Also, because I spent a lot of time yesterday covered in pink icing and margerine and sugar and all sorts, here is my limerick video again:










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Sixty Nine

Over the last couple of days I've been drinking loads of Ginger Beer. I had to read the Famous Five because as one of my final uni projects I think I might be writing a kind of spoof Famous Five musical, but it must have planted a seed (a ginger seed...) because ever since, I have not been able to stop with the stuff. It doesn't help that it's probably the sugariest fizzy drink I've ever come across and it's costing a BOMB. I might have to get myself onto a recovery program. Do they have 'Non-Alcoholics Anonymous'?





It's more than a little bit queer
That I can't stop drinking ginger beer.
It's costing a lot.
A lot more than I've got.
I'm like a Famous Five member, my dear.




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